the wind flows across the plains and brings with it warm air, the smells of summer. And pollen. The wind brings pollen that causes allergies to flare and my eyes to dry out, my throat to scratch and rasp. The wind pushes and pulls doors when I try to get in and out of buildings…… Continue reading windswept–National Poetry Month Day 5
From the privileged, uttered to the suffering: a favorite phrase.
I’ll take scissors and cut pages into pieces; play a puzzle game.
She walks in hesitation Unsure of where her faltering feet should step. The cracks in the sidewalk threaten to become crevices down which she will fall because nothing exists beneath the sidewalks. The earth beneath the cement deteriorated long ago Crumbled away, shrinking toward the core of the earth She walks in hesitation, uncertain if her…… Continue reading She walks in hesitation–National Poetry Month Day 2
My friend Cheryl asked me if I was going to try National Poetry Month again, so here goes. I’m behind already. It should be Day 3, but here’s day 1. The valley, this year Overflows with yellow blooms. parched sand lies beneath.
I forgot to write my poem yesterday, perhaps intentionally. I had a great day on Wednesday, I felt competent, capable, elated. Yesterday, as almost inevitably happens for me after experiencing accomplishment and reaching milestones, the anxiety set in. I didn’t want to follow my elation with panic. So when I sat down to write I…… Continue reading National Poetry Month Day 16 (late)
Coffee. Strong and dark, Your vapors tickle my nose. Now I can function.